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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Damnation condemns thee to hell (or so they say)

Maybe What she said was right
Maybe that paper folded were but ashes
Maybe that slit across the palm

Maybe its good to be evil
Maybe without Darkness there would be no light
Maybe beyond salvation

Maybe thy lips were sewn
Maybe when you sleep
Maybe Purgatory

Maybe the sign of damnation
Maybe the sandman comes
Maybe is nothing but purge

Maybe emptiness
Maybe to repossess
Maybe to scream through other ways

For thy lips were sewn
and when you sleep
they repossess

maybe therefore condemned




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